REFLECTING
I can't claim to be good–looking,
At least as far as far as I can tell,
But when looking in the looking glass,
I look reasonably well.
I am no Stephen Hawkin,
I have no Einstein brain,
But when quite, quite lost I found
My way back home again.
I'm not the brightest button in the box,
Nor yet the sharpest tool,
You might say I'm really stupid
But I am nobody's fool.